Butter. Fliege.



I pointed her index fingers toward each other and slowly, very slowly, moved them in, the closer they got, the more slowly I moved them, and then, as they were about to touch, as they were only a dictionary page away from touching, pressing on opposite sides of the word "love," I stopped them, I stopped them and held them there.

12.2.10 16:36
 
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